Back in high school.....I was seated in between the 2 hottest girls in the whole school in study hall.....so I always heard the latest on gossip, and was like asked to be a referee between them and their jock boyfriends when a fight broke out between the two of them because I would hear them talking about their relationships....well, word traveled around of my mediator status, and the next thing you know, that's what I was doing....in a corner somewhere, or in a Burger King, or some fast food joint, in my car, wherever... talking to a girl about her boyfriend problems, or vice versa...lol....while the whole time, being skinny as a rail, with no girlfriend experience of my own, being scared to death to actually ask a girl out out of rejection, and I'm giving advice on relationships...lol...Now remember, this was like back in 85, when the movie "Risky Business" was out. So, the scene, where they are getting chased by Guido, the killer pimp, kinda I guess carried it's way over to me, but just the Guido part...because I was always seen talking to a girl, or getting a hug of appreciation for helping her with her boyfriend problems.all the while still scared to death of asking a girl out on a date, and having the strongest left arm in the whole school...lol...It went as far as the cheerleaders buying me a gray fur hat with a pink band on it...And, to top it off, during the passing of my grandfather, at his funeral, I met who, I thought was a relative messing with me, a relative from NYC with the first name of Guido..I also learned that day to never laugh at a guy's name while he is dressed in a black pinstriped suit with a top hat....he wasn't amused...to say the least.....4475 was just my truck number while at Landstar back in the day...